You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential. — Heather McVea, Becoming Forever
You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential. — Heather McVea, Becoming Forever
You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential. — Heather McVea, Becoming Forever
You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential. — Heather McVea, Becoming Forever
You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential. — Heather McVea, Becoming Forever
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You’re candy to her. Something sweet, but nonessential.

— Heather McVea, Becoming Forever
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